You hold on to old experiences: injuries, injustices, and great love affairs, too. And you hold them in your joints and your organs, and wear them on your skin.

You don't have time, Len. That is the most bitter and the most beautiful pieve of advice I can offer. If you don't have what you want now, you don't have what you want. -pg276

She went around with a broken heart, and she wasn't sure who'd broken it. She thought it was herself, mostly.

She wanted him to see all of her and also none of her. She wanted him to be dazzled by the bits and blinded by the whole. She wanted him to see her whole and not in pieces. She had hopes that were hard to satisfy.

She existed in her friends; there she was. All the parts of herself she'd forgotten. She knew herself best when she was with them.

Maybe there is more truth in how you feel than in what actually happens.

She had willed her heart to stay small and contained, but it wouldn’t be. Oh, well.